Arthur Woollgar Verrall - Life

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Arthur Woollgar Verrall was the son of a solicitor. He was educated at Twyford School, Wellington College, and Trinity College, Cambridge, where he graduated BA as 2nd Classic in 1872. Elected a fellow of Trinity in 1874, he was a College Lecturer from 1877 to 1911. In February 1911, he was appointed to fill the new King Edward VII professorship of literature at Cambridge, which had been endowed by Harold Harmsworth. He married Margaret Merrifield, born 21 December 1857, died 2 July 1916, in 1882. A Trinity Tutor from 1889 to 1899. He was tutor to Aleister Crowley.

His wife Margaret Verrall, a lecturer in classics at Newnham College, gained more fame through her psychic researches — an interest Arthur shared — and as a medium. She was a member of a Cambridge group who were early explorers of Spiritualism and automatic writing. Their daughter Helen married William Henry Salter, who was later President of the Society for Psychical Research (1947-48). Mother and daughter were among mediums involved in the Palm Sunday Case, in which messages from the deceased Mary Catherine Lyttleton (who died on 21 March 1875) were supposedly transmitted by automatic writing to her lover Arthur Balfour.

He is buried at the Parish of the Ascension Burial Ground in Cambridge, with his wife.

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